Draco stepped forward and threw a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace, turning the flames emerald green. He stepped in, called for Parkinson Manor, and then he was gone.
"You look lovely, Harry." Narcissa told him. She was being a little strange as her small hands brushed over his robe. "Very presentable. Remember your manners tonight and behave yourself, but try to enjoy it too." Narcissa shooed him off and Harry flooed over to the Parkinson's. Harry hadn't seen Rabastan once that day…in fact, he hadn't seen any of the Lestranges that day, but he was sure that he'd be seeing them in an hour or so.
He arrived at the Parkinson's Manor and Draco was standing impatiently, waiting for him as soon as Harry stepped out of the fireplace, he snorted and shook his head. Harry realised then that there was no one waiting to receive them.
"This is ridiculous, someone should be here to greet us." Draco scoffed before leading the way out of the receiving room and he went right up the stairs.
Harry was a little apprehensive about this, he wouldn't have liked anyone just arriving in his house and walking around without him knowing about it, but then, if he was going to be hosting a massive social event in his home he would have been sure to greet people in the receiving room if only to direct them where to go once they arrived. Narcissa had taught him that much.
Draco led them down numerous corridors before hammering on a door. It opened to reveal Pansy in a beautiful gown of peridot. The pale green went well with her short, black hair and the peridot necklace, bracelet, and earrings added a touch of repetitive colour to her pale skin and contrasting dark hair.
"You look lovely." Harry complimented her naturally and she and Draco both looked at him in surprise before Draco stood back and looked at her properly.
"Harry's right, you do look nice tonight. Is anyone else here yet?"
"Daphne, Astoria, Blaise, and Theo are already here, come inside."
They went into the bedroom and Harry realised that it was just a very, very large bedroom. Where his, and Draco's, bedrooms were split into three rooms, Pansy's was just one massive room with a very large bed at one end and a seating area around an ornate fireplace at the other.
"You look good enough to eat, Harry." Blaise teased him and Harry laughed.
"My tailor picked out the colours and made my entire wardrobe, so I have him to thank for the robes and Draco was the one who actually dressed me. I take no credit for the way that I look tonight."
"You look nice, Astoria." Draco complimented his betrothed, being reminded of his need to do so after Harry had complimented their host and remembering suddenly his promise to talk to her more.
Harry looked at the young fourteen-year-old wearing a pale blue dress that went wonderfully with her long blonde hair and her matching blue eyes. She was wearing dark sapphires to contrast with the pale blue of the dress and it looked fantastic.
"Draco's right, you look good." Harry told her with a smile as he noticed the matching, small heeled shoes she was wearing. "Very elegant and sophisticated."
Astoria flushed with pleasure at all the attention that she was getting, which Harry assumed was mostly given to Daphne, and of course for being called 'sophisticated'. What fourteen-year-old didn't want to be praised for looking grown-up, after all?
Daphne, in contrast, was wearing a knee-length gown, which Harry guessed had been forced onto her by her parents, but it was the low cut of the top of the dress and the strappy heels she was wearing that made her so different to her younger sister. "Hi, Theo." Harry greeted instead, sitting himself next to Theodore, who was wearing dark blue and black dress robes.
"Blaise is right, you're looking really good tonight, is it for the benefit of your betrothed?"
Harry sighed. "No. Rabastan and I are having…problems." He said.
"What sort of problems?" Blaise asked in friendly concern.
"Not so easy to be in a contract now, is it?" Daphne said snidely.
Harry just looked at her neutrally before purposefully snubbing her and focusing back on Blaise and Theodore. He'd learnt that move from Lucius at the Wizengamot meetings and it always worked a treat.
"Just a few complications from his previous Azkaban stay and problems with his father, that's all." "That doesn't sound so bad." Theo told him.
"He's dressed to find himself another betrothal match." Draco put in. "The Malfoy family deserves better than someone who isn't interested. If Lestrange doesn't buck up, then Harry will be betrothed to someone else."
"Perhaps we could…" Pansy started before Draco cut her right off.
"You're not worthy of my brother." He told her cruelly.
"I'm gay, Pansy." He said more gently. "I have the gene and I want to love and marry another man."
"You'll both be competing with one another then." Daphne said gleefully at the idea.
Harry rolled his eyes, but he saw Pansy's face fall at the thought. Then she got a calculating gleam in her eyes that Harry really didn't like. He hoped that he wasn't about to have his leg broken or something due to an 'accidental' fall down the main flight of stairs.
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